The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1887-07-30
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/ had the story from Moroni himself
Cesarid Bartolommeo del Moroni, as he
writes himself now and then-the "Moroni'
of La,hdon, Paris and New York.
He is great man now. Kings, princes
and potentates; celebrities, native and for
eisn: actors, cabinet ministers and pretty
women are getting themselves photographed
ih his smart studios every day of the week;
1but when first knew him he was but a
iourneyman at an Islington artists, and
spelled his name with ''y," as did the
Irish Kings, his forefathers, before him.
We met at Daisycliffe, where we had the
hotel to ourselves. 1t was long past the
end of the season. We drifted into com
panionship, dined together in the coffee
room each evening, and smoked our morn
ing pipes pacing the spray ay-swept, shingle-
strewn parade in dual solitude.
II like the place." Moroni said. ''I've
reason to. My first professional success
was achieved here, in that very spot" and
he stopped to contemplate piece Of waste
ground which board indicated as the site
of ''Daisycliffe Mansions West"
"There was row of fishermen's huts
hereabouts." he went on. "The hotel was
built, but shut up, bankrupt. Five shops
in the High street. Two trains to London
day-fare one pound nineteen third class. "
0iBut what ever brought you here? ?" l
interrupted.
"Vanity, sir; vanity, and impatiencc of
servitude, and desire to be my own master.
had good situation in London, but l
did not pull well with the principal, and
wanted to start for myself. Also, l was
abominably taken in by my wife's brother
"a plausible, lovable, mendacious young
scamp, He had business down here,
however he came by it, and he actually
persuaded me to take it off his hands in
lieu of some money which should have
come to Teresita on her fathers death. 1t
was too far fer previous inquiries. He
showed US his accounts-pure works OF
fiction, every line of them-and photo
graphs of the place almost as delusive-oHe
of the Parade crowded with well=dressed
promenaders-that was taken on Sunday
the whole population came home from
church this way; one of the big hotel
carriages standing outside, walters on the
steps, company at the windows-that was
done the day the directors held their wind
ing-up meeting there-the only visitors it
had seen for six months views of Belmin-
ster, the cathedral town, with It's great
Northern race meetings-only distant hall
an hour by train, that never stopped at
Daisycliffe in those days-Cliffe Castle, the
seat of Lord Sandbar, adjoining the town
WE'LL you shall hear what that came to
presently. We looked at the pictures, BE-
lieyed in his descriptions, closed the bargain
and walkej into Daisyclife one lovely
evening in early autumn, Teresita carrying
the bambino and I wheeling all our earthly
goods on a truck from the station.
'The studio looked promising. 1t wal
cottage enlarged with plenty of plate
glass and black and gold decoration about
it. 1t looked on the Parade, and the Pa
rade looked-much as it does now, Iwen
{ up and down prospecting. A knot of fish
ermen lounging round capstan at one end
at the other young lady immersed il
study. The hotel was shuttered up. Al
the weedy little row of lodging houses had
blinds down and dingy bills stuck in every
wipdoy. | went up to the town. A few
out-at-clbows-looking tradesfolk lounglns
idly at their doors eyed me as passed witl
unfriendly curiosity--all except the land
lord of the "Blue Lion" public, who WA
friendly and invited me to come up tina
evening to social gathering in the tap
room. 1 pocketed my pride and dozei
elegant gold-lettered cards of terms for dis
tribution, and weHt.
"Such low-spirited, hopeless lot me
there
"Ail the talk was of bad debts, lons
, credit, shortness and poorness of the season
business, and the iniquities Of the Fallwa,
company, which seemed to have laid itsel
out to ruin the unlucky little town.
II mentioned Castle Clife by way o
turning the conversation, and asked if Lor,
Sandbar did nothing for the place. Sand
' bar? Oh, Lord Do anything for tn
place? Sandbar? You may well sa
Sandbar. All, just SO. Sandbar-Sand
t BARI
"Not very full of explanatory, but a
pregnant with dark meaning as if it ha
e been a chorus of yirtuons villagers in q
opera expounding the iniquities Of tn
( wicked baron. Not that Lord Sandba
was wicked. On the contrary, he was th
result of careful bringing up by his mothe
: and his stpp-father--a popular preache
!. His sins, if any, were purely of omission
V He keep house like nobleman and max
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